He nodded as she walked out the door like a normal person. But she wasn't normal and neither was he. They were two animals who had no business interacting with each other.
Sighing, he lathered the cloth and set about cleaning himself up so that he didn't offend his own olfactory glands. Gah, how had Aimee stood being near him? He was disgusted by his own scent.
The shaving was a little harder than the bathing. He'd never quite gotten the hang of it on his best day.
Hissing, he flinched as he cut his chin.
Aimee was there immediately. "What happened?"
Surprised, he frowned. Had she been listening in on him? "I cut myself."
She grimaced at the sight of the pooling blood. She grabbed a piece of tissue and covered it. "Goodness, wolf. Can't I leave you alone for three seconds?"
"I never could do this sh-stuff right."
She took the razor from him and carefully raked it over his cheek. "It's not that hard."
He waited until she pulled the razor away to rinse it before he spoke. "And again, I ask you how it is you're so good at shaving men."
She laughed. "I'm a bear and I have a lot more area to shave than just the face."
He arched a brow at that, then tilted his head to look at her legs as if trying to imagine what they looked like underneath her jeans. "Yeah, you do."
Aimee took his chin in her hand and forced him to lean his head back so that she could shave his neck. Her gaze slid down his ripped muscles to where his erection was plainly visible in the water. Heat covered her cheeks. While she might be comfortable with his nudity, that was another matter entirely. And it was something she'd never seen before.
Since she'd never felt the quickening, she'd never mated with a male. Not that she was naive or uneducated about what males and females did. She knew all the nuances of sex as her brothers felt more than free to share the most embarrassing facts of their premarital exploits, but . . .
She'd never experienced it herself.
And until Fang she'd never really been all that curious about what she'd been missing. But now she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to taste Fang. What he would feel like inside her. Even though he was fierce, she knew he'd be gentle. Loving.
Forcing her attention back to his neck, she admired the perfect curves that made up his jawline. He really was a gorgeous man. Even emaciated and worn.
Focus, Aimee.
The problem was, she was focused. Just not on what she needed to be focused on.
Fang licked his lips as she finished shaving him. He tried to keep his hands over the stiff part of himself and he hoped to the gods that she wasn't able to see it. But it was hard and he was in excruciating pain over it.
Pulling away, she put the razor up on the sink. "I know you're not helpless, but do you need me to help dry you off?"
The mere offer of it made his cock jerk in expectation. "Um, no, I think I can do it."
"You sure?"
He felt himself harden even more. "Pretty much. Yes."
"All right. Can you use your powers to take you back to bed while I clean up in here real quick?"
And keep her from seeing just how bad he wanted a taste of her? "Absolutely."
She frowned at the word that had come out as a strange squeak. "Are you okay?"
Fang cursed silently at himself. "Fine." Or at least as fine as a man dying of unsated testosterone poisoning could be.
She gave him a suspicious scowl. "You don't seem fine. You seem a bit agitated."
"Absolutely great." He flashed himself out of there so fast that he forgot to dry off.